*Olivia*

The hospital was especially quiet today, and we were the only ones in the waiting room. The lady at the desk was reading a magazine, flipping through it lazily like she had no care in the world.

“Excuse me.” Giovani cleared his throat once we had approached.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked in Italian without looking up. It seemed I was beginning to understand a phrase or two.

“We’re here to see Dahlia Valentino,” Giovani ...